Messages - Griznuq

Time out... I'm bothered. "(which means you will have to actually develop Xavier in 4e)" Just an FYI, I have no intention of switching any current character to any other platform. Like, ever. I'll roll new characters, but I've done a few "conversions" and it's nothing of the sort.

Laren could help but smirk a bit, watching the fear in the Duskshrouds boil over. He stood up and shambled out of the bar behind the upset youth, hoping he'd be able to follow him. He imagined the kid was spooked, and would slow his gait shortly after getting out of eye shot of the establishment.

Luckily it wasn't unusual to see Oscar scurrying along the streets as if he had somewhere important to be. Just then, and odd thought occured to Laren. Wouldn't it be funny if Oscar was really a disguise in the first place? Perhaps he really did have somewhere important to be from time to time? Perhaps there was a reason that Laren's disguise of choice was such a brilliant one?

Yet another thought born out of the moment that Laren filed away for another day.

He chewed the food he'd shoved into his mouth just before leaving, and followed the youth, keeping a safe distance.

Belwar's irritation with riddles was beginning to show on his face. "Ach, never a straight answer from you holy folk! The gods are so powarful, an so smart, but they can't just come down an say 'Oi! Belwar! Smite some Ogres fer me, thanks laddie!' An ye wonder why I picked me ax an shield instead o' the cloth!"

Belwar shook his head. "Wull, I dunno what's what, or what Moradin wants with me, but seems to me, the right thing ta be doin sorta lines up with what everyone says he'd want anyway."

He examined his axe head, and pulled out his sharpening stone. "I'm one ta do what's right, and I guess if that's what Moradin wants, then I'm doin his work. I think it's time I made up fer some lost time. I think I need to do a little more. There'r those who do battle in the names of their Gods, aye?"

Satisfied that the goons got the message, Laren was curious what they'd do. He considered following them when they left, but there'd be no way to do that without being seen.

He had no real reason to wish them ill will, but Laren was tired of having to run and hide, that he was inclined to put a stop to anyone up to no good. He'd have liked nothing more than to follow them home, and ring their necks. Give em all a case of Laren-gitis.

... he chucked to himself at his new word. He'd have to remember that one.

I has confuse. Why would Johan ask her to pass the key on to his clergy successor, AND ask her to keep it secret from everyone including the clergy? You may need to spell what you're alluding to out to me here.

"Um wonderin if perhaps I'm bein nudged," he said finally. "I never was devout, exactly, and shortly before arrivin at the keep, what little faith I might have had was stretched."

Belwar's voice thickened a bit with remorse. "Then when I killed Dannobar, and saw the sorrow on the faces of his friends, I figured I'd sealed my fate." He let the thought hang in the air for a moment.

Belwar's tone switched to one of curiosity. "But a temple to Moradin... A thing seldom found out here on the surface, suddenly shows up, and we just happen ta be here at the right time ta protect it from danger? I'm the only follower of Moradin I know of around here, and when it needed protectin, I was able to help."

Curiousity changed to hope. "Um thinkin I owe a debt fer turnin me back on him, and he's given me the chance right here." He pointed at the temple.

"So ah... I was thinkin about how you priests are always sayin tha the gods are watchin and there are no coincidences, and such..."

Belwar's tone clearly betrayed his unease. For the first time in his life he was beginning to realize that maybe he was not really alone, maybe there was someone looking over him. Not only was he thinking about his purpose in life now, but also admitting to himself that he may have been wrong for all these years.